The Missionary

An evening at the State Victoria library's garden after tire-full fights with the books on anti-matter and cosmos theories. Two hours before I had played a good chess game with Lui from Europe on the big show-borad to attract people, at this same spot. I should thank the crowd staring at our game, exciting my opponent to be over confident on his opening advantage and finally lossing down for a draw.

A well dressed boy around 17 years old was approaching me. On the first sight, for his curious face gestures I guessed him to be new-to-city. As always I welcomed the stranger's talk as no speech with strangers have ever hurt me, but have been always rich in their nich on my memory.

As a formality his eyes were flickering around the floor and my body, both wet by the drizzling rain. He did beat my prediction of a confused intro and began with a well constructed query.
"Hey, do you have any idea how the whether will be tomorrow? It was burning hot yesterday and chilling rain now."
My prejudice was not bad! He was new to Melbourne. I translated the image results about weather from Google. A feel of a person reading the ancient grave-wall scribblings, Lol!

Couple of minutes later, unsurprisingly he directed the speech towards a religious path. Yes, he was a missionary student from US. He asked for my religion and I replied i belong to all the religions which did exist, do exist and will be born here on earth. He didn't seem to like the same, though. And i shortened.. "I am an atheist who believes in newton's third law."

He smiled, sharpening his cat-eyes towards my crazy answer. I continued.. "you might be 17, I guess, and the theorem most attracted me at this age, around 5 years back, was 'every action has an equal and opposite reaction'. If you want happiness, make others happy.. if you want peace, give others peace. And that's the only principle that will ever guide me."
The change of his naughty smile to excitement made me speak more, breaking my own less-talk rules.

A pic from the State Victoria library.

He didn't have to speak much about his mission after that and around half an hour later he gave me a book on Christianity and asked "would you find time to have a look at this i give this as a Christmas gift to you?".
"No".
"Haha.. thanks for the frankness. You are the first person to say it in one word."

He didn't want to spend much more time with me since he have to find his next pray. He had left his school at the age of 16 and now doing a 5 year course in Christian missionary hailing from US to Melbourne. Yeah, its good, they should be talking to atleast 20 strangers a day and there is nothing richer than listening to diverse people and cultures.
I didn't knew they are restricted to talk to their family unless there are some special days to avoid the distractions from their path towards spirituality. And that's point of "selfishness of religion" and the reason why I hate them. They should be knowing 16-20 years is the strongest basement for your mind and they are stealing that age period from people for the future existence of their religion. They should be knowing the perspectives on life are designed at this age!

He walked away from me.. little disappointed, but I could see a flashing smile on his face. To the next person, should he be starting with "hey, have you got any idea when this rain would stop!?"

Was he looking at my face from that 200m distance? I am not sure, since my contact lenses are becoming less precise!